Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Q65,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.